It was rather the facial expression of one who was looking beyond Philip's set jaws, and seeing other things--the betrayal which comes at times when one has suffered quietly for another.

It was a look which made Philip uneasy as he seated himself opposite the half-breed, and made him ashamed of the fact that he had exposed his right hand on the table, with the muzzle of his automatic turned toward Jean's breast.
Yet he was determined to have it out with Jean now.
"You are glad that the man who tried to kill me escaped ?" he repeated.
The promptness and quiet decisiveness of Jean's answer amazed him.
"Yes, M'sieur, I am.

But the shot was not for you.

It was intended for the master of Adare House.

When I heard the shot to-night I did not know what it meant.